Moments of revelation

Why do these things happen in the strangest of places?

I swear all my best ideas happen in the shower.

My bedroom wall, by the by, is rapidly filling up with things that I really, really need to get down on the page… like so…

Network protocols only made sense about four hours after I got home, in the shower, bizarrely enough.  Strand 500 part 12 protocol suddenly clicked in my brain while buying a new plug from a small hardware shop just off Marchmont Street.  The plot for Urban Magic 3 occurred while cooking; the plot for Urban Magic 6 cropped to mind many, many months ago while having hot chocolate with a woman who I think we can call my muse, though she’ll be insufferable when she reads that’s what she is.  And she will.  She will in every way.  Annoyingly, though, I then had to re-jig the plot of Urban Magic 6 owing to complicated cunning reasonings that hadn’t cropped up until I had a large Thai meal with a man from America, and was actually stumped.  Honestly, really rather stumped.

Until 8.37 on the London Overground passing through Finchley Road.

Just clicked.  No idea why.  But it did.  And there it is.